Nardwuar the Human Serviette(Mint Records)Nardwuar is more than a goofy guy in a plaid tam-o’-shanter asking Corey Feldman about cocaine or flashing his chest hair at Marilyn Manson. He’s a walking, talking pop culture encyclopedia. He’s a hyperkinetic, loud-mouthed, lovable vault of underground music history. He’s the guy who elicited the famous pepper quote from […]
Tara Lee Wittchen
Like Minds
After the show, Jon wanted to say hi to the Skyrider guys and to Sole, whom he’d met years before. Four of us watched as a brutal fight between drunken Dome patrons and beefy Dome security broke out and then rolled onto Grafton Street. Kind of a gross way to end the whole night, but […]
Ox
Dusty and twangy, that was Vancouver’s Ox. I am a fan of the toque as well.
VKNGS
Whilst Mom and I were enjoying the gentle sounds of David Myles over at St. Matts, my co-pilot was at the Khyber taking in the VKNGS set. I’m told VKNGS (with guest drummer Michael Catano) were loud as the f-word.
That’s The Waye I Wanna Rock ‘N’ Roll
Great festival, Waye. Great festival, HPX staff and volunteers. See you all again next year.
Zoobombs
Time for the evening’s final act. I stood in line for half an hour, waiting to get back into The Seahorse in time to see Zoobombs’ Friday night set. I am a polite person by nature and so I waited quietly in the lineup. The club was filled to capacity and the liquor inspector was […]
Buried Inside
I heard through the grapevine that the Buried Inside show at The Khyber was intense. I’m sorry I missed it–that’s the thing about the Pop Explosion, there just isn’t time to take in everything. When will they invent a reliable time travel device??
Sunday On The Rocks
I often wonder how people feel the day after the festival is over. No matter if you go hardcore for five nights or if you just stay up super late for one, it’s gotta mess with your mind and body. I always feel wrecked, despite the fact I don’t smoke or drink and try to […]
At the Good Old Record Fair
When I first started going to the Halifax Pop Explosion in the 1990s, Saturday afternoon meant it was time for the record fair in the back of Wormwoods. Lots and lots of fancy coloured seven-inch records and stickers to collect and trade. Now Saturday afternoon means zines, crafts, books, workshops, films, readings, food and of […]
More from Buried Inside
On my way to the show at St. Matts, I ran into a few members of The Medium Mood. Those dudes were super psyched to be on the same bill as Buried Inside, VKNGS and Die Brucke, especially since it was a last-minute replacement. Happy story! Anyway, here’s another photo of the intense Buried Inside […]

